I am proud of my name
but also my hidden name.
Two lines mixed together
and both I claim.
My signature I write
comes from my father
but mixed in my blood
I am my mother’s daughter.
Two histories made of many names
two lines came together
and mixed in me
joined now forever.
Two names in my blood
make the girl in the mirror
only one is spoken
but both are clear.
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